My life is yours

[Disclaimer: I do not make any money out
of this story, nor do I have the pleasure of owning the characters in it... This disclaimer goes for the whole story]

A big thanks to Crystal Nadi for her beta-reading.

My life is yours. 

Michael, Miho and Doujima sat inside Harry’s Café. They met there once a month,
only to talk about old times, it was a tradition now, they’ve done this during a
period of six years. They had started the tradition ever since the factory had
closed down and they all had been out of work. Their former leader Amon showed
up every now and then. But now it seemed to be longer between his visits to the
café. They were all worried for him, because every time he showed up he seemed
to grow wilder. His eyes held a fierce glow and many bd awd away from him when
they saw him. And they all knew why – he was obsessed with Robin – the young
fire producing witch they had worked with. He had told him that he and Robin had
disappeared during the downfall of the factory. They had stayed hidden, but one
night she had just vanished from him without a trace. He had tried to find her,
but it was like the earth itself had opened up and swallowed her. And the
question they all asked once they met at Harry’s was – have anyone seen or heard
from her? But always the same – none had seen nor heard from Robin. She was
gone.

 Amon
had chosen to show up on this month meeting. He sat down by the table; all his
frs los looked at him with concern. Harry gave him a big cup of black coffee and
the dark Amon nodded thanks to the elderly man.

-          Before you ask Amon-san, no we have not seen nor heard anything from
her, said Michael and pushed up his glasses a bit.

Amon
answered with a gruff irritated noise. Master Harry saw the burning look in
Amons dark eyes. “Poor Amon-san, he will burn out his soul on this futile
hunt for Robin-chan.” Harry sighed and went back behind the bar. The rest of
the group talked about this and that and a couple of hours later they scattered,
like leafs in the wind. But Amon stayed behind. He was in deep thought when
Harry gave him a glass of whisky.

-          Amon-san, I did not want to tell the others, not yet, began Master
Harry.

Amon
turned his gaze towards the man.

-          Robin-chan sent me a postcard; I’ve got it two weeks ago.

Amon
stood up and grabbed Harry’s collar and pulled him closer.

-          WHAT??!! he hissed with a rough voice.

-          It’s the truth, would you like to see it?

The
growl from the younger man got Harry to realize it was a stupid question. He was
released and he scurried back into the kitchen and came back as fast as he
could. He gave the small card to Amon who read it.

 “Dear
Master Harry.

I
just wanted you all to know that I am alive and well. Thanks to an old monk I
have managed to take control over my ability and I am very proud of myself. I
hope you all are alive and well like me.

Best regards /Robin-chan.”

 Amon
had trouble breathing. He looked at the small information on the back of the
card. It pictured a resort in northern Japan.

-          Thank you Harry, whispered Amon with a broken voice.

-          Why do you search so desperately after Robin-chan? asked Harry and
poured more whisky into Amon’s glass.

-          Because she is MINE, her life belongs to ME, he snarled between his
teeth.

Harry
was shocked by the intensity in Amon’s voice and watched him swallow half the
liquor and nodded good bye. Harry nodded and watched the younger man disappear
out the door. Had he done the right thing by showing Amon the card? With outmost
certainty the former leader would head north to search for Robin. But what would
happen if he found her? Master Harry did not want to finish that thought and he
shuddered. The desperate and wild glow in Amon’s eyes had been replaced with
something more… No Harry could not describe the feeling that harboured inside
his chest.

Amon
flew over the country, heading north, north, north. He wanted to reach the place
where His little witch was staying at. For the first time in nearly six years he
had something concrete to go on and he would be a fool to let it slip between
his fingers.

But
still, the thoughts haunted him. Was she really in this little town or had it
been a false trail? He shook his head and pushed the thoughts aside. Even if it
turned out to be a false lead he could ask the people there if they had seen a
red blonde young woman with sea green eyes. He laughed roughly under the black
helmet and increased the speed a bit more with his bike.

**

Robin
awoke with jolt. Her body was covered in sweat. A quick look at the watch told
her that it was very early in the morning. Only one thought swirled around her
mind. “He’s coming.” She rose from the bed and rushed to the shower and
she probably had the quickest shower of her life. She put on a pair of black
trousers, a black turtleneck sweatshirt and a black shirt that looked more like
a tent on her small body. She packed the most needed things in a bag and put on
her boots. A black cap was the last thing she put on before she rushed out from
her apartment. She took refuge on the roof on the house across the street and
watched the entrance to her apartment. If her hunches were right, he should be
here any minute now. And true, a small sound in the distant, the sound of a
motorcycle proved her hunches to be right. She could not help the ripple of fear
that coursed her body. Was he out to get her life? “Are you going to hunt me
as a witch my dear Amon, do you want to take my life?” She had promised him
to take her life if her powers would go wild. But after living with him for
three months after the destruction of the factory, she had ran away again. Her
heart was killing her. To live so close with the love of your life and knowing
his heart lie elsewhere now that was torture she did not wished that upon her
worst enemy. So one cold night she had disappeared, vowing never to return.

 Robin’s thoughts came back to reality when she saw a black motorcycle park
outside the house where she lived. A dark figure with a black helmet and a black
coat got off his bike. “Amon my love, you are too late.” She thanked her
intuition and looked with longing down on Amon.

 He
was finally here, after many questions he had found out where the fiery witch
lived. He took off his helmet and let his long dark hair flow down his
shoulders. He brushed it with gloved fingers and took a few giant steps up to
the door. He knocked but was met by silence. He looked inside through the
window, but it was pitch black inside. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and
let his mind search through the apartment. And he growled when he found it to be
empty. The rage inside his body made him bash through the door.

-          Robin, you fucking witch, where are you? he screamed and searched
through every room inside the apartment.

The
moisture inside the bathroom told him she had been here just a few moments ago
and he hissed. Somehow she had known he was coming.

 From
her hiding place, Robin could see him trash around her apartment like a
possessed demon. “Why Amon, why have you come for me now after all these
years?” she asked herself.

“Because you belong to ME!”

Robin
jolted back, had she heard his voice inside her head??? This was new to her, she
did not know she had that ability and she did not know he had it either but it
must be true...

”Where are you Robin?”
he asked her and she felt her body tense up again.

”On
a safe place where you cannot find me.”
she answered with a silent voice.

”I
will find you and you know it.”
he growled.

”Not unless I want you too my dear Amon-san.”
smirked Robin and watched him rush out from her apartment.  

Amon
looked around the place. His ability to telepathically talk was limited; the
person had to be very near him. And he had found her voice, which meant, she was
nearby. He put his helmet on, just to hide the small cynical smile thpreapread
across his face. He started the motorcycle and drove off.

Robin
took a deep breathe. It had been to close for her taste. She had feared that he
would notice her hiding place when he began to look around, but he hadn’t. But
even after he had drove off she would not move, afraid to be caught by the
fierce witch hunter. So she choose to sit there for a few more minutehen hen she
felt safe she rose to her feet and turned around – just to look into a broad
chest. “Shit, fuck, fuck.” She cursed and took a step back.

T B C

So what do you
think??